I am standing next to the 1000 seater auditorium. The river is in front of me.
Offices are built on top of the auditorium overlooking the river.
The offices are a hive of activity with hundreds of people ensuring administrative precision.
I hear a voice repeat the words administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, administrative precision, – over and over and over.
I hear a voice say to me ‘My kingdom suffers for lack of detail’, the voice is irritated, displeased. I take note.
I watch as these hundreds of men and women handle the tens of thousands of bookings to free camps with passion and excellence. They make it look easy. The efficiency is incredible.
The entire space is an open floor plan except for offices with glass walls overlooking the riverfront. These offices are large and spacious with ministry heads. Each office has a boardroom table and large screen for presentations.
(In the dream I saw the scriptures in part and only in full where I knew them I had to do some research to find the exact ones I was shown).
The first office says ‘Luke 16 – Finance’, the second offices says ‘Matthew 25 – Feeding’, The third office says ‘Proverbs 22:6 – Children’s discipleship’, The fourth office says ‘Zechariah 8:5 – Play’, The fifth office says ‘Proverbs 22:29 – skill’, the sixth office says ‘1 Chronicles 13 – Captains’, The seventh office says ‘Revelation 7:9 – Bookings’, The eighth office says ‘Matthew 28:19 – Discipleship’, The ninth office says ‘2 Timothy 2:15 – Bible school’, The tenth office says ‘Mark 16:15 – Broadcast’, the eleventh office says ‘ Haggai 1:3 – Maintenance’. The twelfth office says ‘ Matthew 10:7-14 – Missions and Evangelism’.
Outside each Ministry Head office is a secretary, an accountant and a production manager.
The office environment is so smooth and efficient that I know exactly what is going on in every department just by looking at the screens around the space.
At the other side of the building is another row of offices. The access is direct from outside, these office have their own private access so that all who come here are assured privacy. The scripture is huge on the wall it says ‘Galatians 6:1-18 – Brothers, if anyone is caught in any transgression, you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness. Keep watch on yourself, lest you too be tempted. Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. For if anyone thinks he is something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself.’
A lot of couches face the wall with these scriptures. People are sitting in these couches with their hands stretched towards the scripture and praying quietly. The reverence for the scripture is incredible. I realize that this is where burnt out and broken ministers from around the world are coming for professional counseling and restoration.
I head back up the hill and see two very large, double story wood buildings on stilts.
The first building is a bible college with student accommodation for 1000 students.
The second building is further up the hill and out to the side. As I get closer I hear a lot of noise. This is a creative arts academy. The building is spacious and very creative. There are also 1000 students here. Students are learning everything from sculpture to film making.
I note that students from both the Bible College and creative arts academy are working at the inflatable bible stories, ultraviolet good news, camp site, TV ministry and main auditorium.
There are strict rules and commitments around the clock but the atmosphere us incredible. I sense freedom and discipline.
Just above the creative arts academy I see another very creative building with uneven edges and a roof shaped like an umbrella. This is a TV station with 7 dedicated TV channels free to the whole world:
A channel broadcasting the 24 hour prayer and ministry from the main auditorium.
A channel broadcasting prerecorded content from youth ministries and bands from around the world.
A channel focused on women.
A channel focused on men.
A leadership channel.
A children’s church channel.
A dedicated free worship channel.
I walk down to the river where there is a long warehouse with a massive amount of inflatable boats, boards, paintball guns, soccer balls, rugby balls, basket balls, tennis balls and a lot of other sporty stuff.
I stand considering how much everything I have seen will cost to build, buy and maintain. What should we charge?
The voice speaks again. “Not one thing shall be bought or sold upon this property. Not a coke, nor a bed, nor a Bible.”
Suddenly anxiety hits my chest. God wants this entire thing to be free entrance with free accommodation and free food.
“How will we pay for this if everything is free?”
The anxiety beats hard in my chest. I feel like the entire vision is not realistic. Disappointment begins to fill my soul.
Suddenly I feel a hand upon my shoulder and peace washes over me.
“Millions will yoke themselves to this place. Sheep, shepherds, captains, princes and kings. Parents will show their gratitude for what has been done for their children. Millions will contribute each month, many will give large amounts. Fear not, this is my jubilee, this is my heart. Will my people not provide?’
I begin to laugh. This is incredible. The confidence and hope of faith soars in my chest. I lift my hands in exultation. I shout out “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven!”
I hear Jesus laugh with me and I feel his hand close upon my lifted hand. He smiles at me and says “Exactly!”
I wake up with tears wetting my pillow. I’m so tired from night after night of dreaming and waking up to write the dreams but my heart is so full. No words can explain the fullness in my heart. Through the exhaustion of my daily responsibilities and the near sleeplessness from these incredibly vivid dreams I am reminded of something special that happened two years ago.
In 2014 I was at TB Joshua’s church in Nigeria and there the Holy Spirit gave me very specific instructions. I thought that these instructions were delusions of grandeur. It was still the time of my suicidal depression and I put the instructions down to some kind of need to impress man.
This is what the Holy Spirit told me to write down:
You are going to build the biggest church in South Africa and you are going to do it in Parys.
This will not be a church, it will be the church.
Your face will be a face, not the face.
Both captains of hundreds and captains of thousands will minister from the platform and no man will own this church.
I have prepared the hearts of many who will minster and many who will provide for this vision.
Stay on your current path and wait for me to speak. When I speak to you again, it will happen faster than your mind can fathom.
The teams have already been prepared. You will not be alone.”
I have copied and pasted this from notes on my ipad. And as I type this, I don’t know who, what or how but I know that every dream is more than a dream. I feel like I am being transported into the future to see something that will change the world. I see thousands of ministers from all around the world synchronizing their strategies to win the lost. I see tens of thousands of missionaries being sent out and supported in every way imaginable. I see Christian schools being planted by the thousand in war torn nations. I see millions of kids developing an obsession with the word of God. I see thousands of creative ministry teams being professionally trained and sent back to their churches all over the world. I see poverty being eradicated and Christian movements gaining political power. I see the greatest strategic minds on earth coming for sabbaticals and strategic planning retreats. I see a portal to heaven where millions of ministers are united in one powerful strategy. I see that if we do not make these dreams manifest, God will pass us over and an entire generation will be lost. For when we do this, it will be duplicated all over the world and the rise of the United Kingdom will begin. I see more than a billion millennial leaving the comfort zones of their homes and running for God where poverty is the worst in this world. The strategy is 1C13: 1 Chronicles 13 and 1 Corinthians 13. We are going to war with love. We are going to the sons with expectation only upon ourselves to be good fathers. I see the restoration of the Gen X, the generation who have rebelled against the entire Kingdom but whose hearts hunger to be fathers to the fatherless.
I see boomers repenting for the damage they have done to an entire generation and I see the greatest reformation this earth has ever seen sweep the earth because of it. For the sons cry out for fathers and the Gen X generation are the most powerful wounded army to ever have been prepared by God. They are well trained, highly driven and completely broken. I see the boomers spread their arms wide and they shout ‘come my son, I wait only with love and acceptance’. I see Gen X run from the pigsties and brothels to receive this love and return as prodigals. I see even the innocent Boomers saying ‘we’ to carry the sin of those who have destroyed so many Gen X ministers and driven them to isolation and rebellion. The room is so full of the glory of God as I type this that I am struggling to see my keyboard.
Oh Father. We your servants humble ourselves and repent for our wicked ways. I am so sorry for the ambitious man I once was, stepping on your children to fulfill my own ambitions. I repent for being a leader so bent on results that I could not see the sheep I was trampling to get there. I am so humbled by your presence in this place. Oh God. Almighty God, I do not want to take another breath of air unless it is for your glory and your kingdom!
Oh father. Let my plans fail. Let them fall like ash to the ground. I repent for asking you to be a part of my plans. I beseech you my father. Let me play a part in yours. I desire to be in your plans father. Here I am Lord, send me! Use me. I am yours. Every breath of; Father, until this body breathes no more. Command me Father. There is nothing on this earth, or below it or above it that I desire more than to be an instrument in your hand. Do not pass us over for this opportunity to save our generation father. Lead us to those with resource. Lead us to those with influence. Let us not rest Lord. Prod us constantly and lead us in the exact strategy that you have planned.
In Jesus mighty name,
Amen!
Amen